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So I've just had a couple of the town's Baptists here trying to convert me. What am I doing for the next thousand years, indeed! I wish Gwen had been here. I could have sicced her on them and not given it another thought. And now I have one, possibly two baptists praying for me. Which I thanked them very nicely for, since I am not one to turn down prayers from anyone - regardless of why they're doing it.
Just because my tradition isn't theirs I am going to be pitied and prayed for. I did refuse their little "John the Baptist" booklet, telling them quite truthfully that every time one is hung on the door I have no choice but to recycle it since it is not my tradition, and I have no use for it.
A very surreal and slightly odd interruption of the day.
Just because my tradition isn't theirs I am going to be pitied and prayed for. I did refuse their little "John the Baptist" booklet, telling them quite truthfully that every time one is hung on the door I have no choice but to recycle it since it is not my tradition, and I have no use for it.
A very surreal and slightly odd interruption of the day.
